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PFG ft. J. Cole - "Whole House" (Official Music Video) Hotney 3 Streams • 3 months ago

Presented by: The Sheltuh

"Whole House" from the album Never Say Die, fully produced by: @jcole

Directed by: Kiyanac
Executive Produced by: @nervreck

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LYRICS:
(Hook 1)
Ice Cream
We got it for the lowski
Hundred thou
My bounty for the hosting
Two Six
Made a million oﬀ a dope fiend
Trap nigga
White tees and Girbaud jeans
We known to serve the whole house
The whole house
We serve the whole house
We known to serve the whole house
The whole house
We serve the whole house

(Verse 1)
Ugh
Five shooters
Where they do that
Im in Europe
I do stocks
And I buy Glocks
I’m talking plural
P.F.G
Oh they kill for me
We gon smack something
Flat line
We on the front line
And we going wack something
Send a blitz with something
Behind the tent
That can stop a Mack truck
How your chain cost more
Than your car
That shit don’t add up
Real dopeboy
I get money a lot
Started in the Ville
Where we was
Where we was
Scraping up pots
Cadillac wood grain
With some Ds on that bitch
In my duﬀel bag carry on
I got some P’s in that bitch
If you see stunner
That’s my brother
You might see me in that bitch
Fish bowl but I’m smoke out
So you can’t see in my whip
I got sixteen in my clip
I fell in love with that grip
Look how rims poke out
That’s why I lean
When I sip
Yo
She gon bust open for a G
But can you blame her
She wanna go to TMZ
It’s cool with me
I’m not that famous
I’ll be in the trap with all my straps
I’m like what’s hanging
I’m like cracking
I’m like what’s happening
On I-20
I did magic
Wanna cop the Rollie
But instead I did the Patek
Yeah Yeah Yeah

(Hook 2)
Ice Cream
We got it for the lowski
Hundred thou
My bounty for the hosting
Two Six
Made a million oﬀ a dope fiend
Trap nigga
White tees and Girbaud jeans
White tees and Girbaud jeans
We known to serve the whole house
The whole house
We serve the whole house
We known to serve the whole house
The whole house
We serve the whole house
We sell it all
We sell it all
We sell it all
We sell it soft
We sell it hard
We sell it all
We sell it all
We sell it all
Bitch we serve the whole house

(Verse 2)
Ugh
Locked and loaded
I’m that nigga with that fire
In his pen
Fuck the rim
When we in town
Them hoes jump
Higher than the gym
I’m talking bout vertical
My jersey though retired
In the rafters
I ain’t coming oﬀ a dollar
Might wanna try a diﬀerent rapper
How these niggas be tricking
It won’t be hard
To find a benefactor
Some of them
Worshipping the devil
Some of them
Counterfeiting trappers
I’m a G-O-D fearer
Breath deep
So my POV’s clearer
So my POV’s clearer
They talk
We be OC so rare on the retreat
We don’t even hear ya
Beep beep
When I pull up in ya area
One deep
On bike
On feet
Big tool
Home Depot
My wrist
Sub zero
I’m lying bout diamonds
I don’t need those
I find it kinda strange
We can’t even recognize you niggas
Outside without your chains
I tried to hide but damn my
Silhouette’s iconic dang
They recognize the locs
They recognize the gang
They recognize this sorta aura
From a mile away
I live my life like a parade
I gotta smile and wave

(Hook 3)
Ice Cream (Hey hoe)
We got it for the lowski (Hey hoe)
Hundred thou (Hey hoe)
My bounty for the hosting (Hey hoe)
Two Six (Hey hoe)
Made a million oﬀ a dope fiend (Hey hoe)
Trap nigga (Hey hoe)
White tees and Girbaud jeans
We known to serve the whole house
The whole house
We serve the whole house
We known to serve the whole house
The whole house
The whole house
We serve the whole house
We sell it all
We sell it all
We sell it all
We sell it soft
We sell it hard
We sell it all
We sell it all
We sell it all
We sell it soft
We sell it hard
We sell it all

DISCLAIMER:
This music video is a work of fiction created solely for artistic and entertainment purposes. Any firearms, weapons, money, drugs, or other illegal items depicted are theatrical props, replicas, visual effects, or are otherwise used as part of a scripted performance. No unlawful activity is intended, promoted, encouraged, or endorsed by the artists, producers, or any individuals appearing in this video.

© 2026 The Sheltuh/Aspen. All Rights Reserved.

Xzibit, B-Real, Demrick - Call the Cops (Official Video) Hotney 6 Streams • 3 months ago

The new music video for ‘Call the Cops’ off the album ‘This Thing of Ours’ is out now!
Stream here: https://ineffable.to/skthisthingofours

Produced by Scoop Deville
2025 Serial Killers under exclusive license to Ineffable Records

Lyrics:
Don’t you dare stare, you better move
Cause I might go pow how you like me now
Rockin my peers putin suckers in fear
Recking shop when I drop, these lyrics that’ll make you call the cops
Drop lyrics that’ll make you call the cops
Drop lyrics that’ll make you call the cops

Let them shots of quick get your whole squad hit
Hold the crowd hostage jump up in the mosh pit
Hardcore hip hop not for your Tik-Tok
4 albums in bout to hit you with the 5th shot
Knock em unconscious fuck around and find out I ain’t fuckin wit the nonsense
Kill em at the concert, came, saw, conquered
Taking out your roster hit like a mossberg bang

So let me show you all how to prosper first ya start it off with bitches seeing rockstars
Spittin hot bars setting fire to a cop car let the motherfucker burn crash like a stockcar
Call an authority more to be spit morbidly
Killing for sport quarterly sorted these bitches orderly
Normally orally I’m killing these bitches mortally
Formerly known formally killer of those boring me

Don’t you dare stare, you better move
Cause I might go pow how you like me now
Rockin my peers putin suckers in fear
Recking shop when I drop, these lyrics that’ll make you call the cops
Drop lyrics that’ll make you call the cops
Drop lyrics that’ll make you call the cops

Now when the man pull through all the bullshit stoppin locked up in the air like a Chevrolet hoppin
Got a satellite view of the worst I kill you first
Welcome to the turf greatest show on earth
I see you came to a fork in the road I unload buckshot got you looking like a QR code
Hunt down foes they fold
Make them implode billionaire submarine on the ocean floor (now!)

Don’t you dare stare, you better move

I do my own stunts like Tom Cruise
On a strict diet strictly booze and dogfood
The west on my back like my tat from cartoon
Hit em wit a little bit of venom let rhythm hit em
Get em gotta go up in em trigger like a mechanism
I’m educated never regulated staying medicated
Dedicated tatted on my face like its gang related

Don’t you dare stare, you better move
Cause I might go pow how you like me now
Rockin my peers putin suckers in fear
Recking shop when I drop, these lyrics that’ll make you call the cops
Drop lyrics that’ll make you call the cops
Drop lyrics that’ll make you call the cops

#SerialKillers #CalltheCops #MusicVideo

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